Shah Alamgir, that high and mighty king, Pride and renown of Gurgan Timur’s line,In whom Islam attained a loftier fameAnd wider honour graced the Prophet’s Law,He the last arrow to our quiver leftIn the affray of Faith with Unbelief ;When that the impious seed of heresy,By Akbar nourished, sprang and sprouted fresh In Dara’s soul, the candle of the heart Was dimmed in every breast, no more secureAgainst corruption our CommunityContinued ; then God chose from IndiaThat humble-minded warrior, Alamgir,Religion to revive, faith to renew.The lightning of his sword set all ablazeThe harvest of impiety ; faith’s torchOnce more its radiance o’er our counsels shed.